by Bella Jewel
“Who is Indiana?” Ellie asks, her face scrunching up.
“Lincoln’s receptionist. I’m sorry, Erin. I didn’t realize you and he were a thing, or I would have gone in there and torn him a new one.”
Erin looks hurt, and dammit, I hate that. I do.
“It’s okay. I appreciate you telling me,” Erin says, her voice very carefully toned, so that I can’t pick up any emotions.
Nobody can.
“Are you okay?” Ellie asks her, reaching out and grabbing her hand.
“Yeah, of course,” Erin smiles, but it’s not real. “I mean, we’re not exclusive. He has never made me any promises. It’s not like I can tell him he can’t be with other women. Just as he couldn’t stop me from being with other men. I guess that’s dating now, whoever comes out on top, wins. He’s seeing what else is out there. I can’t be angry at that.”
But she is angry.
It’s written all over her face.
I think she’s trying to push aside her anger with her words, by acting casual, like it doesn’t bother her. But anyone can see it is bothering her. It’s bothering her a lot.
“I’m sorry,” I say again.
Erin smiles at me. “It’s okay. I appreciate you telling me. Like you, I want to know these things.”
“I can go over there right now, and give him what for!” Saskia says, crossing her arms.
“He’s not doing anything wrong,” Erin shrugs.
Dammit.
I feel so bad for her. I can see the way her eyes have gone a little distant, and she’s putting on a brave face. Everyone knows it’s hurting her.
I really hope Finn steps up to the plate.
Because he’ll not find a better woman than Erin.
No sir, he won’t.
~*~*~*~
NOW – SHANIA
“I think douchery runs in your family,” I murmur, running my tongue up and down Lincoln’s cock.
“No offence, baby, but why the fuck are you talkin’ while my dick is so close to your mouth?”
“Because,” I say, kissing the tip, loving his red and angry it is, “Finn is being a knob.”
Lincoln growls. “Tell me about it after you’ve swallowed my cum.”
My pussy aches at his words, and okay, I’ll give him what he wants.
I swirl my tongue around the head, a few times, and then I finally let him sink into my mouth. A feral groan leaves his throat, and he clutches my hair. Fucking lovely. He uses my head to guide the pace, sliding my mouth up and down his cock. I whimper against it, which only drives him wilder. When I cup his balls, and circle them around in my hand, he spits out a feral hiss.
And, a few moments later, he finds his release.
Whimpering, I take every drop, swallowing him until there is nothing left.
Then I slide my body up his, until I’m on top of him, looking down.
“Don’t even think about kissin’ me with that mouth,” he growls.
I grin down at him. “Why not?”
He snorts. “Fuckin’ nasty.”
“You’re no fun, Lincoln Knight.”
“Never claimed to be. Now, tell me about my douchebag brother.”
I roll off him, but he keeps an arm around me, snuggling me to his chest. That feels really fucking nice. I love how he makes my insides all soft and squishy. He makes me feel so good. Like I matter. Only this time, I know it’s real. This time, he’s the one calling the shots. Not me.
“I saw him having sex with Indiana…”
“No shit?”
“Shit. I went to see you last night, to tell you about Tommy. Found them together, sexing it up in the garage.”
“Dirty little fucker. That’s my zone.”
I thump him, and he chuckles.
“Seriously though…”
“What?” he questions. “Don’t see what the point is here?”
“He’s seeing Erin!”
“Wrong,” Lincoln points out. “He’s fucked Erin a few times. She’s also keeping him at arm’s length.”
I frown. “She said she really likes him.”
“If that’s true, she ain’t tellin’ him that. Finn ain’t a man to play games. He’s keeping his options open. Can’t say he’s doin’ the wrong thing, not really.”
Dammit.
He’s kind of right.
But also, kind of not.
“Yes, but he could tell Erin he is seeing other women, because she won’t make up her mind.”
“You’re right, he could tell her that. Not my business, though. And honey, it ain’t yours.”
“I like Erin!”
“Yeah, I like Erin, too. Still ain’t our business.”
Dammit.
Also right.
“Why are you such a buzz kill?”
He chuckles, turning so he can look at me, “I’m just keepin’ my nose clean.”
I pout, and then sigh. “Fine.”
“On a different note, when you seein’ Tommy again?”
I smile, huge. So big it hurts. “This afternoon. We’re going to the park.”
Lincoln smiles. “Fuckin’ glad, baby.”
“Lincoln?” I ask, biting my lip and hesitating for a moment.
“Spit it out.”
“Does it bother you, that I have a son?”
“Nope. Next question?”
Oh.
Well.
That was easy.
“Ah, that was it really,” I laugh softly.
“Like kids. Want my own someday. Hope to meet your boy eventually. Nicolai on the other hand…don’t like him.”
I snort. “Why not?”
“Because, I don’t.”
“Are you jealous?” I tease.
He moves quickly, rolling me so his big body falls over mine, and he’s pinning me down with it. Then he growls, “Fuck yes I am. You’re mine. Don’t like you spending time with him.”
His?
I’m his?
Oh. My. God.
“Since when did I become yours?”
“Since the day you opened that smart little mouth.”
I stare up at him. “Are you serious?”
He stares down at me. “I’m not Nicolai. I’m not goin’ to tell you shit that ain’t true. If I say it, you can guarantee I mean it. I want you. Fuckin’ wanted you from the start. Even if you drove me fuckin’ nuts.”
“No offence,” I say, grinning. “But you were the pain in the ass.”
He grins down at me. “We can fight, if you want. Makes the sex better.”
He moves his hips, shoving his hard cock into me.
“I just got rid of that!” I laugh.
He leans down, kissing me. “Guess you’re goin’ to have to make it go away again.”
Dammit.
Lincoln Knight.
Fine ass man.
And all mine.
“Am I really yours?” I ask as his mouth glides down my neck.
“For-fuckin’-ever, baby.”
Shit.
Yes please.
~20~
NOW – LINCOLN
“Got some good news,” I say to everyone currently standing in front of me. “Won garage of the year, and got a pretty fuckin’ nice prize. Vacation, ten nights, secluded island. Can take ten people not including myself.”
Shania’s eyes get big, and she grins at me, “I hope I’m one.”
I shrug. “Not sure yet.”
She flips me the bird.
I give her a grin.
Fuckin’ angel.
“You’re all here, because I had to choose who I wanted to come. Was hard, obviously I was going to bring staff members, but I had a few more spaces. So, if you’re in for it, you’re welcome to come along.”
I stare at the people I’ve called over to my place, to tell them the good news.
Damon, Finn, Indiana, Shania, Slater, Ellie, Erin, Lucy, Malakai and Amalie.
It was hard picking, that’s for fuckin’ sure. Had to bring my brothers,
for obvious reasons, and that meant Ellie came along, too. The others I picked because I figured they’d work. Indiana works with us, so she was a choice straight away. Erin is Ellie’s friend, and I like her. Lucy is Shania’s sister, so obviously she was in. And then I had two left, so I picked Malakai and Amalie.
Malakai has been good to me. Seems only fair to ask him along.
Shania walks over as everyone starts chatting excitedly, and leans in, “Are you some sort of evil?”
“What you talkin’ about, woman?” I ask her, grabbing her hips and pulling her close.
“Erin, Indiana, and Finn?”
I grin at her.
She thumps my chest.
“You’re fucking evil, Lincoln Knight. That’ll blow up.”
“At least they’ll deal with it,” I grin.
“Or they’ll kill each other.”
I shrug. “That’s dealing with it.”
“You’re awful!”
I press my lips to her forehead. “Just imagine the drama. It’ll be fuckin’ entertaining.”
“Awful,” she slaps my chest, and turns, sauntering off.
“This is fuckin’ great, Lincoln. Appreciate it,” Malakai tells me, shaking my hand.
“Anytime, brother. You’ve done a lot for my family.”
“I love islands!” Ellie claps. “Yay!”
Erin looks towards Indiana, who is looking at Finn.
Finn is glaring at me.
What?
He doesn’t know I know.
“You’re welcome, brother,” I say to him, and he flips me the bird.
“When do we leave?” Erin asks, staring at me, her cheeks red.
She’s probably pissed.
But she’s not silly enough to say no. It isn’t every day you get a free vacation.
“Two weeks.”
“This is awesome!” Lucy claps. “Beach, alcohol, and no work!”
“Don’t forget the men,” Erin points out.
Finn glares at her.
Yep, going to be awesome.
“Thanks so much, Lincoln,” Indiana tells me.
“Welcome.”
A knock at the door has me turning my head, and frowning.
Finn stands and walks over, as if he already knows who it is. As if he’s been waiting.
I watch as he opens it, and a fuckin’ well-built man stands there, hand raised to knock again. He lowers it when he sees Finn.
“Hey Finn,” he murmurs.
“How are you, bro?”
“Good. Sorry I’m late.”
The two of them walk in, and I go over, studying the guy he’s got with him. This must be the one he was going to get to fight for me. Big fella, well built, looks pissed. Super pissed. Like life just gets in his fuckin’ way. And he has broken brown eyes, which makes him even more likely to make a name for himself. He’s got a buzz cut, and some ink on his arms. But it’s the cargo pants, that get me.
Army?
I don’t know.
Either way, he’s an angry looking man.
Which is good.
The broken ones always fight the best.
I thought Finn was going down to get him, must have changed his mind. Shania steps up beside me, and studies the man, too. I notice the other girls have stopped, and are checking him out. I suppose to them…he’s hot. Fuckin’ nasty.
“You must be my new fighter,” I say, extending a hand.
He takes it, looking at me and nodding, “Yeah, that’s me. I’m early, hope that’s okay.”
“Always got room for new fighters. I’m Lincoln, Finn’s brother. I run the club.”
He keeps hold of my hand. “I’m Brody.”
Brody hey.
Man looks like he’s going to make some noise.
Sounds fuckin’ good to me.
Time to get your hands dirty, Brody.
THE END
Knights Fury
COPYRIGHT BELLA JEWEL 2019
PROLOGUE
Vacations. Vacations. Oh, vacations.
I don’t know if it’s just me or if the rest of the world also gets so ridiculously excited over vacations.
But I know I do. Man, it has been such a long time since I’ve gotten away. From work, from life, from everything.
Now here I am, on a plane, kicking back in first freaking class, drinking some awesome alcoholic beverage, and chatting to my favorite person in the world, Ellie. Plus, the other rocking chicks that got to come on this trip with us.
We have Lincoln Knight to thank for it. Ellie is my bestie who is dating Slater, Lincoln’s brother. I also may or may not have been involved with the other Knight brother, Finn. But we won’t speak of him and the fact that he’s also here with the other woman he was sucking the face off last time I heard. No, we won’t get into that.
Hell no we won’t get into that.
Right now I’m just focusing on the awesome holiday we’re currently jet setting toward. An island, a huge resort, probably a bucket load of hot men, and freakishly large amounts of alcohol. Quarter of which I’ve probably already consumed. Whatever. There’s no room for judgement here.
“I wonder what the resort looks like?” Ellie squeaks, clapping her hands. “I’ve never been on a trip before.”
I stare at my utterly beautiful friend. If there was a face for bravery and strength, my Ellie would be it. She’s the strongest woman I’ve ever met. After all, she got taken due to a drug deal gone wrong and was kept captive for ten years. Ten! And she can still sit here and smile even though I know, probably better than anyone, that she is haunted by it. I’ve heard her crying, the screams from her nightmares.
I’ve heard it all, and I’ve been there through it all.
I found her on the street cold, wet, and confused. She had no idea who she was. We went to the police, they couldn’t do much for her. She didn’t know enough, and they had nowhere to start looking. So, I took her in, and here we are. She doesn’t live with me anymore now she has Slater in her life, but she and I see each other basically every day.
She’s the person in your life you didn’t know you needed until you had them.
She’s everything.
My best friend.
My sister.
“I hope there are hot men,” I say, sipping my drink. “Most of you ladies are taken, but I am not. Which means I’m a buffet. A man buffet.”
Shania snorts and shakes her head. “Girl, I can only imagine what kind of trouble that statement will get you into. And Indiana is single, too. And Lucy.”
Indiana.
The girl I got told Finn was snogging.
Snogging.
I giggle.
I wonder who thought that was an appropriate word for kissing?
“I’m not really looking for anything. I have other things that I’m focused on,” Indiana says, from just across the aisle. She’s sitting next to Amalie. Her eyes flash to Finn, and I can’t help but frown.
I feel like a pathetic child right about now.
I can’t blame Indiana for her interest in Finn. I mean, to be fair, she didn’t know he was sort of seeing me. He obviously didn’t tell her, which only makes me pissed at him and not her. She’s me, just in a slightly different position. Hell, I don’t even think she knows about Finn and me. That hurts because she has a right to know. Just like I did. I’m glad Shania told me, honestly, I am.
“Honey,” Lucy, Shania’s gorgeous sister, says, “you get out there, and you rock that beautiful face, and you take all the foreign sexual men and enjoy them.”
I giggle. I don’t know Lucy all that well, but dang it, I already like her.
“Gross, Luce.” Shania scrunches her nose. “I can’t even begin to imagine you talking like this.”
“I’m not a baby anymore, Shan, much to your horror. I happen to enjoy the dic—”
“Ahhhh,” Shania cries, throwing her hands over her ears, making her strawberry-blond hair bounce. “No.”
I laugh and then stand. “I have to p
ee. But I’m totally in for the dirty foreign men. Make sure you don’t take them all, ladies.”
I stumble past the men of the group, most of them sleeping, a few watching me as I stagger past. Men are so unlike us women. We’re taking full advantage of the free alcohol and they’re napping. Old ladies. Yeesh. I make eye contact with Finn as I grip the seat to stop myself swaying as the plane does a little jump. Turbulence, you asshole.
Finn.
Oh, Finn.
What can I say about Finn?
Honestly, he’s so freaking hot it burns my eyes. That’s one thing I can say about Finn. I’ll never tell him that, though. I’m not a chaser, and I do not beg for a man’s attention. I’ve always been strong willed, always held my own. But Finn Knight sure keeps me on my toes. I haven’t answered any of his calls since I found out about Indiana. If he’s not going to tell me, then we’re done, it’s really that simple.
I have nothing more to say to the fucking god staring at me right now.
Damn him.
Somebody really needs to take a very sharp knife to his face, mess it up a little.
It’s unfair.
I don’t know if it’s that long, thick, dark hair that he sometimes leaves out, sometimes ties back, or if it’s the sky-blue eyes set amongst the most insane olive skin I’ve ever seen. He’s also ink free. Entirely. Not a drop on his perfect skin. And he’s built, oh, is he built. Not as much as his older brothers, but enough to make a woman bend over and flick the panties off without a second thought.
Yes. Finn Knight is dreamy.
Also a giant asshole with abandonment issues.
At least, I think that’s what he’s got going on.
Who knows?
I reach the bathroom, step in, and shut the door. After a lot, and I mean a lot, of huffing and puffing, I finally get my panties down and do my business. I’m thankful right now that I’m wearing a dress. This would have been extremely unpleasant if I wasn’t. I think I would have had to ditch the pants and people would have had to accept my pantless state.
Yes, thankful for the dress. I finish up, look at myself in the mirror, and cringe. Lord, my eyes are more than a little red. I’m drunk, and so what, I should be. It’s a vacation, right? I sweep my black hair to the side and tuck it behind my ear. The redness in my eyes only makes the emerald color of them stand out even more.
I’ve always thanked the good lord for my eyes.